the wind burns, retribution howls for thoseself
DisMembered for no more or less that portrays bloody mess
revenge rings your words desire to be heartfelt
if so, why dont you use those finger tips to rip it out my chest

lost to no fate my make be completly mistery
like much ago same desires was to take a stand, so bold
if words mark our lives, war was waged: furiously
the king of heart of fires constant beatings left me so cold

time now walks, unsatisfied it hunts for a kill
no need to prepare battle sum set ups exist to end silent wars
still take a stand without metaphors to shield
if the day appears and i fade your still there baring the scars

DisMembered a pen put in my mouth to write
his wondering if a X in writing could be simply reached if it did
thinking for a last spit there'd be no more life
against all odds its terrifying worst left me DisMemebered as is